Lyrics:
and the place was swinging
To gospel music by nine
Group after group appeared on the stage
And Sally just sat there crying
She bit her nails, looking pretty
letters under candle, delivered by camel
Layin in a dug-out channel's kinda hard to handle
So I say a little prayer to my maker in this blood filled place
the moans of Al Capone
Gun POW to the dome
And split the bone, wig blown off the ledge
By the alledged, full-fledged, sledge RZA edge
One dose of my
to deal with the pain"
(My nigga Ray Luv, when'd you get up out the pen, man?)
[ Ray Luv ]
June 2nd '93 I returned to the streets
Did 2 months in
superior and
One inferior when, in fact
We know that all the early men the people
Who created civilization and every aspect
Of what we see today,
class, first ballot hall-of-famer,
Some rappers claim that they got a heart full of anger,
How when your lyrics weren't written by a stranger,
Fool I
Christians been in Africa way before Europe (True)
I encourage you to look at facts
We see Philip bring the gospel to an African
That's in the 8th Chapter
dad and son talks are like
'Cause I related to the struggles of young America
When their fucking parents were unaware of their troubles
Now they're
only time that I ghost wait
Give God all the praise He the most high
Whole squad whip fresh to death this a ghost ride
Walk by faith not sight might go
Hello, mark
I know you're not there but
I know that you love the lord
And I remember when you was a little boy
You used to love music
And you loved to just
VERSE 1 - El Gant
When I'm walking on the scene
Like Akeem The African Dream, mean
Fuck your life and sipping lean
I been in the hole like I
'll be the one to bless my ma duke with everything she wants under the sun
Though it's a cold world I keep a parka in the trunk
Hustle hard just to see my
of like
Whoever had strife
Maybe that's what dad and son talks are like
'Cause I related to the struggles of young America
When their f- parents were
jokes
Say I'm not black cus I rep with white folks
MAN PLEASE!
I hear the hate in your voice when you say it
So I'ma keep makin music for whoever wants
I ain't got no enemies
An I ain't looking for no beef
I ain't from the streets
That ain't what my gospel preach
I been losing sleep
Trynna make my
and the place was swinging
To gospel music by nine
Group after group appeared on the stage
And Sally just sat there crying
She bit her nails, looking pretty
a connection to Christmas music and it began in early childhood spurred on by three things. My culture, my family, and my city. I'm a born and raised new Yorker.
Rubberband man before T.I. was
King of New York like B.I. was
B.K. all day, it's in my blood
You wanna see my mask and gloves?
What the fuck you want?
Threats, it ain't only in America
We got it light
They say start at a young age
Making enemies the mark at the gun range
Only thing I see is
Yeah
I see the lions
Waiting to pounce
They want my blood, but I cannot give them an ounce
Naw, They wanna turn me to Prey, Prey, Prey, Prey, Prey,
a heart attack
I'm looking at Ephesians 2 like what did Jesus see in you
Nothin
By
His grace he chose to love on folk like me and u
And I don't
"Success is to be measured not so much by the position that one has reached
In life as by the obstacles which he has overcome"
Booker T. Washington
certain
But by His Blood we get new life
Absent from the body
Present with the Lord man
If I die right now
I'm go see the face of my Lord man
Very soon
cats get they cha-paow, you dead now
Killing fields need blood to graze the cash cow
It's a number game, but shit don't add up somehow
Like I got,
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